Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from St Kitts & Nevis and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Clear Light to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Invisible,
The Blackbyrds,
Junior Murvin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monks,
The Offenders,
Adolescents,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Halsall,
Susan Cadogan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vainqueur,
Sister Nancy,
The Searchers,
Lalann,
The Star Department,
Babytalk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Lydon,
Kurtis Blow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Hood,
Drexciya,
H. Thieme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Depeche Mode,
Groovy Waters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blossom Toes,
Prince Buster,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gong,
The Monks,
Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
Juan Atkins,
The Tremeloes,
Hashim,
Funkadelic,
Derrick Morgan,
Warren Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Jandek,
The Misunderstood,
New York Dolls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
D'Angelo,
Television Personalities,
Black Pus,
Arab on Radar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronan,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.